my master was you. you who did not teach, who could not teach. you who did more than others ever did, ever could. you, who they banished, scorned, spurned, for things beyond your control. for the purpose laid within you. i do not wonder for the past if your purpose were different. if you were not so much yourself as someone else. would our fates align still? would our paths converge if one swayed ever so slightly more? would you be the traitor, and i the darkness deceiving? have i always been destined for this path? for there is such a purpose laid within me as well. or was it…